June moon ascends poised to the east
proposing a most beauteous feast
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
HERE’S TO YOU, PUMPKIN PIE!
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the morning sun rises high and bright
pumpkin pie for breakfast—oh, what a delight!
the crust is flaky, the filling so sweet,
cinnamon, nutmeg, and ginger—what a treat!.
I take a bite, and oh, such heavenly bliss,
the flavors meld, a culinary kiss.
the pumpkin puree, its spices swirl
flow with whipped cream, a dream for this ol’ girl.
so let the critics say, "Pie for breakfast? No way!"
I'll take a slice, come what may.
so here's to you, dear pumpkin pie.
I don’t care if you go straight to my thighs.
homespun ice cream
for children of all ages
~ love on a spoon
AP: 3rd place 2025
chocolate covered
strawberry bite ~
sweet indulgence
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I baked a whole tray—
not for me.
I’ve never liked brownies,
too sweet on tongue,
too soft for teeth…
But you once said
you'd like to try mine.
They cracked as they left the oven.
I bit, too soon—
blistered my tongue
on sugar too young to settle.
If only you were here to taste it…
you’d know what I meant.
They’re best straight from the pan—
burning, messy,
sweet enough to sting.
But the moment passed,
and now they’ve gone rigid—
I sit with the tray
untouched but for one corner.
My eyes drift out to the setting sun—
The warmth dies...
The surface hardens...
for the baked and the baker.
peach cobbler
in grandma's kitchen
love on a plate
Something Sweet
I want something sweet
Pestered by my brain
It’s like a recurring tweet
I am trying to refrain
Something sticky like toffee
A gooey dessert of delight
To eat with a cup of coffee
Resisting with all my might
A chocolate bar or wafer
To ease my craving buds
Apple would be much safer
But it tastes like fairy suds
I am waiting for 4 o’clock
The Sunday shops stop calling
My will as solid as a rock
My glucose level’s falling
The pride of not succumbing
A passing of this test
I should be very happy yet,
My brain’s becoming a pest.
David Cox 13/04/25
mouth waters at the thought
delights on hand
assorted fantasies
bites of sweetness
fruity morsels
chocolate fondant
tarts and cakes
sugar sprinkles
honeyed lips
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
best homemade ice cream
the pride and satisfaction
of maple walnut
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Digging through the sweetest of a fine soft solid substance,
Looking for the velvety amber caramels and chocolates,
But such indulgence all too often renders them as delicates.
soft as a whisper, light as air
layers stacked with tender care
coconut spun like winter’s lace
a birthday wish, a warm embrace
frosting whipped, not much too sweet
but rich with love, a secret treat
each bite a cloud, a sugared dream
vanilla kissed with coconut cream
the candles flicker, shadows dance
her hands so sure, her knowing glance
she cuts a slice, sets it down
a taste of love in golden brown
years have passed, the cake remains
a tender thread through time and change
i close my eyes, i taste, i see—
mama’s hands still bake for me
Fruit in every bite.
From love to hate with this treat in sight.
Flavorful as you open it up each night.
Funky by some standards don't take flight.
Fall brings it in for Christmas with pretty lights.
Fancy nuts make it crunchy with delight.
Famous worldwide satisfying many an appetite.
Stop! I found it in the bakery.
See! It's not a cookie or a cakery.
Sure, in a way, it's just like you -
sweet and pretty through and through.
So, I think I'll buy not one, but two -
spilling apples bursting with flavor,
something flaky we can savor.
21/2cups of flour( self rising)
2 tablespoons of cornstarch
2 whole eggs+ 1 yolk
2 Tablespoons of lemon juice
1 Tablespoon of Gin
1/2 Teaspoon of lemon zest
1 cup of bread crumbs
1 &1/2 cup of buttermilk
1 Tablespoon of cayenne pepper
2 tablespoon of dried chives
1 Teaspoon of salt
1 Table spoon of dehydrated onion
1 Tablespoon of garlic powder
1 Tablespoon of Paresean Cheese
3 cups of shucked Manoes
6 cups of oil for deep frying
mix all ingredeints
minus the clams
create a batter
add more or less to
create a sticky consistant batter
smooth
dip Manoes in the batte
and deep fry until golden brown
serve from a bed of watercrest
small cunks of deseed watermelon
crumbled feta
and fried onions with crumbled bacon
lettuce, fried green tomatos
and a vinagerette
serve with tartar sauce
Enjoy!
me mate duckbill platypus
feels claustrophobic in my car
me other mate asked me to be his running buddy
we ran once, then he said it was too cold
what a load of rubbish
the river of death that finishes a hard life
when we ran, he fell to his knees
calling for a chair
we stopped at the McDonald's drive-thru and
Jericho in the back started talking into the speaker
about the haunting impact of one's past actions
and personal choices that have broader
societal implications
when we pulled up at the window
they gave him a burger
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